The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-04-29

droop, and she was borne away from
the busy scene.
Miss Prudence had her subordinates
in excellent training; so, although Jere-
miah, heaving a long sigh that would
have done credit to the weeping prophet
himself, when his boon-cOmpanion
whistled in vain for him by the Usage
orange hedge, and Sue and Mary ex.
changed rueful chances, as they remem
bered how every one else was eating
peaches and cream at the social of the
Daughters of Temperance over in
the Handicapped school-house, no one
uttered a word of complaint while they
worked steadily away through the long,
scented summer night.
The glow of dawn was just creeping
owes the pearly sky, and the sleepy
young birds were beginning to clipper,
when the last tin-can was sealed and
marshaled with the long ranks of its
comrades on the white-pine floor,
Has it paid ?' yawned Kate, brush
ing away a clinging, velvet coil of
peach-paring from her checked apron
with stiff fingers.
Sue, Mary and Jeremiah, remained
circumspectly non-committal.
''Of course it has ~ replied Miss Mat
tison, every short black curl defiantly
triumphant, as she regarded the rows
Of peach-cans much as if they formed
an important link in the chain of
woman's progress.
1t was a perfect day for a nutting ex-
cursjon. The purple mist slept on
the distant swells of prairie as softly
as a bridal veil; the naples, sumachs
and oaks, were fairly lrridescent, and
the ivory hickory-nuts were tumbling
from the husks with every breeze that
blew, much to the delight of the news
boys and bo%otblacks of Kent Brainard's
mission school.
Kent Brainard was the principal
owner Of the great foundry that pulled
its clouds of SCOT and sparks upward at
all hours of the day and night.
He also owned 3 cattle-ranch in West
ern Kansas, and was the protector of a
new railroad; so, even if he had been
other than the handsome bachelor he
was, the giris of Brainardville would
have deemed him q golden prize in the
matrimonial pool.
But he had fought his way up from
the ranks, and now seemed to see in
every ragged boy a counterpart of his
old self, as he ran errands, sold news
papers, and did everything possible to
aid his frail, pretty little mother in her
struggle for bare bread and leaking
roof.
So he founded a lodging-house for
poor boys, established a mission school,
and devoted every moment that he
could spare from business to the eleva-
ton of the little ragamufins, who ador-
ed him with all their warm hearts.
80 odd of him. said Rosa Bofiu,
a pretty girl with "blonde" hair, long
eye-lsshes, which she made the most of,
and pretty guesture and tricks of ex-
preston, which she practiced daily be-
fore a mirror.
But, nevertheless, she developed an
I'M Inspected vein of piety, and took a
class in the mission school, where she
beamed upon the thirteen boys that fell
to her share as sweetly and sunnily as
was possible for any n to do whose
heart was seething all the time with de-
.testation for themselves and their
The children had finished gorging
upon a substantial lunch.
and Kent Brainard and all the teachers
IF the mission school were seated at an
especial table IS Miss Boffiia 5 invited
1t was decked with the dantiest nap.
perry, bright silver and colored glass
ware, and loaded with the most tempt
Of lunches. yet Kent Brainard's
glance kept rowing toward his adven-
surous youngsters.
wont you have another peach. Mr.
BrainardP" said Rosa, sweetly.
That foolhardy little Tom Matthews
will certainly fall, said Kent. ~absently.
is he watched a little carrot-headed